Once a lot of people raised their pets because they were able to help themselves, so when they were chosen, they generally used their function as their primary consideration, so when they were old, many remembered what dogs had done to their family, so that, while they might not be able to continue to bring more to their masters, they would still choose to grow old, which is one way to remember them.
A dog in Dog City is holding a tail, pulling an ear and following a big brother, but today most people are raising dogs because of their own preferences, even if they look after the home, and often only because they like the dogs, not because they really need them. As a result, the dog's position in people's minds depends on the love of the masters, which naturally has a greater advantage for pets with a popular appearance or a warm-minded family, but is clearly far more disadvantageous for dogs who look at the home as their home.
The scared dog even got carried back to the tricycle.
So, with the increase in the variety of dogs that people can raise, the cost of bringing back a dog, and the lack of sufficient capacity to remain with their masters, the dogs are now a regular in the dog car. Although their owners take them to the dog market, many times they ask the purchasers not to kill them, it is clear to most people who bring them to the dog market that few adult pet dogs are willing to keep them, not to mention the adult guard dogs.
I've reached out and touched the dog.
So, in the dog market, people sometimes see that, even though some would persuade the dog owners not to sell their dog, even to analyze the fate of the adult dogs in the end, and after receiving a clear response from their owners, the plowing officers who bring the dog to the dog market still carry their dog in the car, despite the people's advice, and probably say, “I don't sell the dog!” Or beg the dog dealer not to kill it, give it a way to live... But even if the other side agreed to look at the dog in the cage, how could it not be clear to itself?
I feel like I'm a bad guy.
Henan has an Internet friend who likes to walk around the dog market because he's seen a lot of adult dogs in the dog market, but in the face of every day a big adult dog gets into a dog car, the personal role is minimal. So, in the dog market, if he finds some positions he's more hesitant, he doesn't get caught by the dog dealer, and he's likely to persuade them to take back the dog feeder, he'll try to persuade him, but in every case, the persuasion has had little effect.
The dogs looked at the dogs who were already in the car and seemed to understand that soon it would be one of them.
On that day, when he arrived in a local dog market, he found a big sister arguing with a big brother with a very thin dog, who, after learning that the dog was selling at a different price, said that the dog was her, that she wanted to sell $600, and that big brother said 500. The fighting between the two had attracted the attention of the dog dealer, who then came to both of them and asked about the dog price.
But he's only worried about lifting the collar around his dog's neck.
The dog dealer asked, "How much money do you want to talk about how much do you want and how much do you want to talk about how much do you want to talk about how much do you want to talk about 500?" He owns the house, don't sell it all!" The sister immediately said, "I own the house! My dog!" And the sister's words kept the big brother from talking, so the big sister and the dog dealer continued to rip it up, and the big brother took the dog and couldn't handle it.
Big brother picked up the dog himself, looked at the dog in the car and took him to the dog cage. Send
After that, she insisted on selling $600 and preventing the other party from killing the dog, and completely annoyed the dog dealer, who had intended to buy the dog and left without the face of joy. When I saw the dog dealer leaving, my netizens rushed to say, "Hey, do you mind if I kill the dog? You sold it to someone. How do you know if they killed him or not? Since you sold him the dog, the dog is a food!” The roadman said to my sister when he heard it.
The dog is stuck in the dog cage.
But my sister still doesn't believe, "So thin, he won't kill it!" After touching the dog that's starting to get restless, my friends keep telling me that the dog is too thin and that the dog dealer is not going to buy it ... I can't believe that when the guy is leaving, the dog dealer comes to them, and after a $580 price, she and the big brother take the dog with him to a dog truck, then look at the dog cage and the dog full of a car, and get the dog dealer's words: “It's too thin, it's not going to kill it, take it back to the sheep ...” After that, he himself took the dog into the dog cage...